Volume Iii Part 52 (1/2)
If he could now succeed in throwing his Isaurians, under the command of the tribunes, into Rome, the Prefect would be in a much more favourable position, opposed to Na.r.s.es, than he had ever been opposed to Belisarius, with whom he had been obliged to share the possession of the city.
One of the messengers who had brought the news from Rome, at the same time gave to Aulus, the hostage, a letter from the two centurions, the brothers Macer, which ran thus: ”The bride has recovered from her long sickness; if the bridegroom will come, there is nothing more to hinder the wedding. Come, Aulus.”
These were the words fixed upon. Cethegus communicated them to his Roman knights.
”Excellent!” cried Lucius. ”Now I shall be able to place a monument upon the spot where my brave brother fell for Rome and for Cethegus.”
”Yes,” said Salvius Julia.n.u.s, ”imprescriptible is the Romans' right to Rome.”
”But if we are to go secretly, see to it well, Prefect,” said Piso, ”that our departure is concealed so long from the greatest cripple of all times, that it will be impossible for him to overtake us.”
”No,” said Cethegus, ”you shall not depart in secret. I have convinced myself that this most prudent of all heroes has placed outposts far beyond our position on the left wing. What we considered our outposts are hemmed round by _his_--occupied by his Longobardian wolves, whom he has placed in all directions. Without his consent, you cannot manage your departure either by force or deception. It will be far wiser to act openly. If he chooses, he can frustrate our plan, for, in any case, he is sure to hear of it. But he will have nothing to say against it--you will see! I shall tell him of my resolution, and, depend upon it, he will approve of it.”
”General, that is very bold; it is great!”
”It is the only possible way.”
”Yes, you are right,” said Salvius Julia.n.u.s, after a few moments'
reflection. ”Force and deception are equally impossible; and should Na.r.s.es consent, I will willingly confess that my fears----”
”Were founded upon an over-estimation of the _statesman_ Na.r.s.es.
Large numbers have intimidated you, and the certainly not to be over-estimated _general-s.h.i.+p_ of the sick man. I confess that before the battle of Taginae the whole horizon threatened thunderstorms; but, as I am still alive, those appearances must have been illusive. I will at once send you with my inquiry to Na.r.s.es. You are suspicious, you will therefore observe sharply. Go, tell him that the Romans have resolved to admit me, their Prefect, within their walls _now_, before the annihilation of Teja's army. And I wish to know if he will permit you to march to Rome with my Isaurians, or if he would consider such an act as a breach of our agreement. Against his will neither I nor the Isaurians will set forth.”
The two tribunes took leave, and, as he stepped out of the Prefect's tent, Piso said with a laugh to the others:
”The crutch of Na.r.s.es rendered your wits useless, longer than the stick of the shepherd did my fingers!”
When they were well outside, Syphax hurried up to his master.
”O master,” he said, ”do not trust this sick man with his quiet and impenetrable looks! Last night I again questioned my snake oracle. I divided the skin of my idol into two pieces, and laid them upon live coals. The piece which I called 'Na.r.s.es' outlasted by far the piece which I called 'Cethegus.' Shall I not make the attempt? You know that a scratch with this dagger, and he is lost! What would it matter if they impaled Syphax, the son of Hiempsal? I cannot do it by stealth, for the Longobardian prince sleeps in the tent of Na.r.s.es, in a bed stretched across the entrance, and seven of his 'little wolves' lie upon the threshold. The Herulians stand outside the curtain. According to your hint, I have watched Na.r.s.es' tent at night ever since we left Helvillum. Even a gnat can scarcely escape the vigilance of the Herulians and Longobardians when it flies into the tent. But openly, by day, one spring into his litter--a scratch of the skin--and he is a dead man in a quarter of an hour!”
”And before that time has elapsed, not only is Syphax, the son of Hiempsal, a corpse, but also Cethegus. No. But listen; I have discovered where the commander is accustomed to hold his secret conversations with Basiliskos and Alboin. Not in his tent--a camp has a thousand ears--but in the bath. The physicians have ordered Na.r.s.es a morning bath in the bay at Stabiae, and he has had a bath-house built out into the sea, which can only be reached in a boat. When Alboin and Basiliskos accompany him thither, they are only as wise as--well, as Basiliskos and Alboin. But when they return, they are full of the wisdom of Na.r.s.es; they know what letters have come from Byzantium, and many other things. Round about the bath-house there is much seaweed.
Syphax, for how long a time can you dive?”
”As long,” answered the slave, not without pride, ”as the clumsy and suspicious crocodile in our streams takes to observe the gazelle which has been thrown into the reeds as a bait, and to make up his mind to swim to it--then a knife from below in his belly! This small-eyed Na.r.s.es has something of the crocodile--we will see if I cannot outdo him by patient diving.”
”Excellent! my panther on sh.o.r.e, my diving duck in the water!”
”I would leap into fire for your sake, then you would call me your 'salamander.'”
”Well, you must manage to listen to the conversation of this sick man when he goes to bathe.”
”The office will very well suit another game which I have on hand. For many days a fisherman, who throws his net every morning and evening, and never catches anything, has been signing and winking to me in a very innocent-sly manner. I believe he is watching for me, and not for sea mullets. But the long-bearded wolves of this Alboin are always at my heels. Perhaps, when I dive into the water, I shall be able to catch up what this fisherman wishes to confide to me.”
CHAPTER VIII.
Very gravely, but no more in a melting mood, Adalgoth told his young wife of the resolve of the King, and of the last alternative between death and a shameful slavery.